Serviceable biopic, though with a life as eventful as Chaplin's, it's hard to fit it all into a feature film, which makes for some awkward shifts in time that the framing device only sometimes alleviates. Robert Downey Jr. effectively disappears into the role, and he's backed by a strong supporting cast. A few powerful moments, but overall muddled and somewhat whitewashed. Great score by John Barry.
Downey's performance is stellar, possibly the best of the '90s by an American, but we learn so very little about Chaplin himself, who is interesting to Attenborough apparently only as a buggerer of dangerously young tail (though why that is doesn't seem to spark the director's curiosity either).
Probably my favorite biopic. Downey Jr. is incredible in this performance, well deserving of its Oscar nod. Attenborough beautifully evokes the time and place and the supporting cast is fantastic. I weep at the end every single time.
Not as amazing as I was always lead to believe, but Chaplin's not bad either. Downey's performance pretty much makes the movie. The Hopkins "narration" was as distracting as the makeup Downey wore by the end of the movie, but the hotel editing montage was beautiful. If nothing else this movie really got me in the mood to watch Chaplin's work again.